Fire and Ice

Fire from the fingers and tongues of those around, setting everything on fire. Ice from my fingers, turning into electricity from the static clinging to me. No matter how hard I try, no matter how loud I scream, my body and mind will not comply. I scream to be freed from this hell in which I live. I no longer wish to be frozen inside, I welcome the feeling of the electricity around me. But as my will and powers grow, so do the ones of those around me. Those who walk by me stare at me with a ferocity I've never seen before. The Dark Princess, the Angel of Innocence, those who I trust without question, all turn against me. I scream, wanting to be noticed and not alone. But as my loneliness grows, so does my anger. I ache to draw blood, to once again sink my teeth into the skin of my enemy, to smell the smoke of battle. They can no longer say this is my fault, for I have tried to get close to them. I've tried to tame the Dark Princess, to help her see the light of her mistakes. I've tried to save the Angel of Innocence from her imminent demise, but she has turned a blind eye. The king does nothing to help them, only hinder their progress. But I no longer care about him, for he is a fading memory of a time I consider long gone. Fallen Angel, please save me from this darkness in which I am being killed by. Bring me out of this place we both know so well, because you know what it does to people like us. My mind is becoming a dark place where only the things that keep me alive roam. Why am I here? Why can't I just be alone with you? That would make my life go back to what it once was, what WE made. Dearest Fallen Angel, let me use your wings to go away from here, to once again feel the warm sun on my skin instead of this cold ice like grip around my neck. Please... just for tonight hold me and don't let me go until the sun rises. Then, and only then, will I feel whole again.